Tonight in the checkout line at Borders, a boy stood with his mom. Couldn't see his face--it was eclipsed by a picture book.
BOY: Mommy, are minotaurs real? ... Because, if they're real, then this is amazing.
MOMMY: It's a legend.
BOY: Oh. (pause) What's a legend?
MOMMY: It means... It means we don't know.
BOY: Oh. (wistfully) But this would be really amazing...
Sigh. One more reason why I go to bookstores, and one more reason why I write: because some stories could still be true... and that's enough for me.